These bruises have lasted
now 24 some years just
below the concealment of
skin like an infection so
near eruption they fester
with your words that still
ricochet in my head and
kill my soul
leaving memories
that are like your hands
always there
but never with love
I’ve given you too much blood
Year after year
You have taken pint after pint
Those pints taking all
my iron and protein
Today I can barely walk
White dizziness cloud my eyes
My lungs burn and suffer
Cold, scarred veins sucking
not pushing and my
muscles clench in anger
I scream
awake from a waking sleep
grabbing for something
to grab onto
Trying not to hit the ground
Bleeding away the terror in my legs
Hush little girl she’ll say
It was only a dream
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